Posteaster

I am impatient with my foolish mother. She hasn't taken advice that would have made her life much better. She squandered her assets on ungrateful, needlessly dependent relatives. She was dishonest and sneaky with her husband, taking advantage of his trust while at the same time openly showing disrespect. Specific to me, she has habitually gone into my stored and presumably safe belongings and thrown them away, as the whim takes her. She is willful and stupid, in this regard. I resent it immensely, and it pollutes my interactions with her. I will never trust her again.

Some years ago, when I saw the direction of the economy, via her failing business, I suggested and urged her to make provisions, which she ignored. She mortgaged her house over its value and then the market collapsed. Social Security would cover the payments, what what to live on? It was almost too late when she finally relented, and let me transform two rooms of her house into a rental space. She had cashed out the last of whatever fungible assets she had, a life insurance policy I think, and was down to the last few thousand dollars. She told me how little she had left, and started to cry. I used the last of my assets to work the transformation.

She rented foolishly, fearful to delay, and the tenant was shrewd and my foolish mother was foolish, so she ended up with less rent than I had arranged. You know, behind my back. That one is gone now, and I've just done the clean up and there's a new tenant coming in, with only a week of vacancy for the place. That's good. This time I'll have my son act as a shell landlord -- take the responsibility off the foolish old woman. I'd do it, but it's the sort of thing I'm not good at. N will be.

But I'm very impatient with her. She moved my tools and threw away some screws I needed -- that sort of thing. You know, same old. So I just interrupt and get to the point when she wants to tell me the story rather than give me the information I need. I know, I'm rude, and I feel the need to apologize. She has too many tiny untrained dogs that piss all over the house, puddles in doorways, and they bark unceasingly at me, and I hate that more than I can say. I have a rage sometimes that would simply kill them. But I won't. But I don't care for it, being screamed at in an endless snarl.

Well my computer seems to have died the final death.

I realize it's small and unreasonable to have the kind of resentment I do. I care about my mother, but she's so stupid. As for my father, he is toxic. I was brooding last night about something I'd forgotten. I was 16 or so and the plumbing was bad in my bathroom so I had to take a shower in my father's. That shower was leaking into the kitchen below, and he comes up and pounds angrily on the bathroom door and shouts at me. There I am, naked actually, wondering what the problem is, as he seems to blame me for the old plumbing. What, he couldn't wait? He couldn't be polite? He couldn't let me put on a towel? He's not any different now -- just old. I don't like being around abusive people. So, no, I won't beat those dogs to death. But I have resentment.

What is to be done about it. I need to make the conscious effort to be more patient with my foolish mother. A matter of discipline, if nothing else. I suppose it doesn't have to be easy -- and of course it could be so very much harder. Maybe it would be better if the pain were from natural disasters, rather than the self-imposed kind? -- you know, from stupidity? It doesn't excuse me, but it's an explanation -- my coldness, emotional isolation. If I never saw any of them again I wouldn't really notice. I don't even know where my son lives. I know, I'm scary. It saddens me, this belief that I will grow old, very old, alone. At this point I don't see how I can have another family. Need a woman for that, and I don't know any candidates.

And frankly I don't really like people very much.

Just wanted to get that off my chest. Send me a computer.

J

A Chronology of Easter Week, 32 AD

Because this is the day, not Friday, that the Crucifixion occurred.

More than a few years back now, I spent my Easter Sunday doing some research. The dates never quite jibed, you see: Good Friday to Easter Sunday morning – Crucifixion to Resurrection – never added up to the three days and three nights that Jesus talked about. I’d heard apologists say that rabbis count the smallest part of a day as a whole day, so the few hours of Friday, all of Saturday, and some pre-dawn hours on Sunday just sort of counted as three days and three nights. My. How rabbinical.

But there were other problems. If Passover was Saturday, then Sunday was the Feast of Unleavened Bread (always the day after Passover). No work was allowed on either of these, um, holidays, yet the women rested on Saturday, but went to tend the body on Sunday, like traifniks. And worse, inconsistent. One day they race around trying not to break the law, another, they’re acting just like the goyim. A problem. I won’t however belabor the issue.

A Sabbath is any holy day. A preparation day is any day before a holy day. Confusion arises from the fact that there is a weekly Preparation Day and Sabbath Day – our Friday and Saturday. So you see there can be more than one Sabbath in a week – which to our ears sounds like there can be more than one Saturday in a week. Same with Preparation Day – Friday. There are a number of ancient texts that provide evidence about custom and chronology in this matter - theDidascalia, the Bab Talmud Sanhedrin, the Qumran texts – but I’m not presenting this as a scholarly work.

Cut to the chase: Jesus was crucified on Wednesday, April 9, 32 AD. This was the Preparation Day for Thursday’s Passover, a Sabbath. Friday was the Feast of Unleavened Bread, a Sabbath, and Saturday was … well, it was a Sabbath. There were three Sabbaths, three days of rest, in a row. These three days of rest perfectly match the three days that Jesus’ body rested in the tomb. Kind of works out pretty well, don’t you think? Really sort of symbolic, eh? One might almost say, elegant. Easter Sunday, Resurrecting day, was Firstfruits. Firstfruits. Hm … or should I say, Him.

I should point out that Jesus most likely rose not on Sunday morning, but Saturday evening - perhaps even Saturday at 3 pm. Do the math. 72 hours. Not necessary, but Sunday starts, for the Jews, Saturday night. Pretty embarrassing for Jesus, if they came into the tomb at a lawful time, first opportunity after the Sabbath, to find him still dead. I guess pretty embarrassing for the ladies, too, busy with their spices and he comes back to life. In any case, it really doesn't matter, a lot, that Good Friday is observed as Crucifixion Day. It isn't about days of observances, after all. But there are those who delight in what appear to them to be inconsistencies. For their correction and for their sake, accuracy matters.

So here’s one of my incomprehensible tables, which always look so good in my own computer but end up all distorted when I post them. Lo siento. It is a complete chronology of Easter Week, with relevant correlations to other biblical events. I do a bit of Greek, but only in passing. Enjoy!


J

	Nisan			Nisan, 32 ad, Jesus age 35
April		8		[To clarify differences in timekeeping, shaded areas indi­cate night, clear areas indicate day­light]	Day of Preparation
4	Fri­day			Jesus comes from Ephraim, arrives at Bethany "six days before Passover" (Jn 12:1).
		9		Anointing (Jn 12:1-; Mt 26:6; Mk 14).	Sabbath
5	Sat­ur­day			Judas conspires (Mt 26:14; Mk 14:10; Lk 22:1).
		10		"on the next day" (Jn 12:12)
6	Sun­day			Palm Sunday	Lamb in­spec­ted
		11
7	Mon­day			Fig tree cursed (Mk 11:12-; Mt 21:18), temple cleaned; Ser­mon (Jn 12:20-50)
		12
8	Tues­day			Figs withered (Mk 11:20-25, Mt 21:20); Parables(Mk 11:27-; Mt 21:23‑; Lk 20:1‑19); Taxes (Mt 22; Mk 12:1; Lk 20:20); Ressurection ques­tions (Mk 12, Mt 22, Lk 20:27); Greatest command (Mt 22:34; Mk 12:28, ‘no more ques­tions’); about messiah (Mt 22, ‘no more ques­tions’; Mk 12; Lk 20:41); denounce(Mt 23; Mk 12; Lk 20); Widow's mite (Mk 12; Lk 21); end times (Mt 24‑25; Mk 13; Lk 21); finish — Passover is "two days away" (Mt 26:2; Mk 14:1).	In Tem­ple
				Before ‘First day of Feast of Unleavened Bread, when lamb is sac­ri­ficed’ (Lk 22:7) [not ‘arrived’ but ‘approached’, re ‘came’, Vines, p. 108, #1, 2064; see Lk 15:20,25; in Mt 26:17; Mk 14:12, no ‘on’, dative article = ‘regarding, with respect to’ Greek to Me, p. 185; Greenlee, p. 28; see Rom 4:20)]; "arrest Him but not during Feast" (Mt 26:5; Mk 14:2); "Go prepare" (Mt 26:18)	Mount of Olives
		13		"after dark" (Mt 26:20), "Before the Passover Feast" (Jn 13:1); Feet washed, Last Supper (Judas, Farewell) garden, arrest. Trials: Priest's house, Annas (Lk 22:54; Jn 18:12); Sanhedrin, Caiaphas, mocked (Mt 26:57; Mk 14:53; Jn 18:24); Sanhedrin, "very early" (Mk 15:1); "daybreak" (Lk 22:66);	Preparation Day of Pass­over
9	Wed­nes­day			Pilate's Palace, "early morning, Passover meal not yet eaten" (Jn 18:28); Herod (Lk 23:7-11); Pilate (-16), Barabbas, beating (Jn 19:1-16), public. "Preparation Day of Passover Week [not of weekly sabbath], 6th hour, 6 a.m." (Jn 19:14); Si­mon in from field; Crucifixion "at 3rd hour, 9 a.m." (Mk 15:25); "noon to three, dark" (Lk 23:44); Death 3 p.m. (Mk 15:34). Evening approached, Preparation before [Passover] Sabbath (Mk 15:42); to Pilate; linen bought (Mk 15:46); women prepared spices (Lk 23:56); "Preparation day, [Passover] Sabbath about to begin" (Lk 23:54; Jn 19:42), tomb…	Day the Passover Lamb is sacri­fice
		14		…tomb Passover
10	Thursday			"next day, after Preparation" (Mt 27:62); Guards; Women rest (Lk 23:56)	(Egypt plun­dered)
		15		Feast of Unlea­vened Bread (15th, Lev 23:39, Ex 12:18) — no work (Lev 23:7; Ex 12:16), end of 14th / start of 15th	(Hebrews left Egypt)
11	Friday			[Weekly] Preparation Day
		16		Sabbath
12	Saturday			"just as Jonah was 3 days and 3 nights" (Mt 12:40; Jonah 1:17); "after (μετα) 3 days" (Mk 8:31); see Mt 27:40 "in 3 days", Jn 2:19 — ‘εv’ = "in the course of", see Arndt, p. 260, II.a.
		17		Resurrection "when the Sabbaths were over" 3 women buy spices (Mt 28:1, Mk 16:1) — more than one “sabbath” that week;	(Ark rests - Gen 8:4)
13	Sunday			came to tomb, dawn of first of the week (Mk 16:2); empty tomb; "this is the third day since all this happened" (Lk 24:21 - "sinceall" includes Passover and placing guards on Thursday – so Sunday is the “third day”; indeed, nothing happened Friday or Saturday – days of rest).	Firstfruits (Lev 23:11) 1Cor 15:20‑23

Glib

N had his surgery Friday, went well. Reattached his Achilles tendon. Ah well. Live and learn.

What. It's been a while? It's not that I have nothing to say. Too much, really. Overwhelming. So, Obama? Omama? Imagine the arrogance of Kuhdaffy, calling Omama his son. Wrong on so many levels. I hadn't thought about it before, but arrogance amounts to stupidity. Hmm. Maybe I'd better reconsider my self-esteem. Because I'm so dang smart, see?

Someone pointed it out, and I found it amusing. They compare Omama to FDR. Well, yes -- gigantic expansion of government. And to Lincoln, somehow ... uh, I don't know why. And to ... wait for it ... Reagan. LOL. In other words, Omama is all things to all men, women or otherly gendered. You know, he is without discernible character. Unlimited. Like fog. Where ever there's a hole, he'll slip in. Maybe I'm thinking of clinton?

Of course our egos define us. God's ego defines him. He is what he is. The trick is seeing ourselves clearly. See others too, clearly. Through the fog. Hopefully there is something, someone there ... you know, a character. Obama is what he seems to be. A talker. Um. Uh, y-y-y-y'see? Him up there in front of the flags, constructing the reality of the moment with his words, believing them as all good story-tellers must. Contradictions within the same teleprompted paragraph, unnoticed of course, because the first contradiction is in the past, and we are not to be bound by precedent or consistency. That's what fundamental change is all about. Changing the fundamentals. Old foundation, truth? Time for a new truth. Forget that wisdom is knowing the things that do not change. We will hope change into existence.

I was just reminded, men fix, women feel. Obama is the perfect androgyne. Both hope (feeling) and change (fixing). No wonder he won. Note to Republicans: incorporate contradictions in your next slogan. Oxymoronic. Local globalism! Every man a king!

Alas. These are sad times. We have a literal moron leading us. Moronic in his incapacity to recognize actual reality. Leading in the sense of talking a lot. Lord. America is about energy. Not freedom, not law, not justice not wealth, not opportunity. We are what we are, because we can be. Can because of available resources. Energy. So my state is raising taxes of course, not reducing spending, importing poor unskilled illegals to drain the infrastructure, undermining the values that gave us value ... for what? Well, for the payoff of any addiction. A feeling.

Now I'm irritated. Why do you do this to me. Just leave me alone.

J

Shit Mohammad

Well, since I'm here, I might as well say. My son ruptured his Achilles tendon today, testing for the Games. Needs surgery. He's very stoical about it, as is our way, but it is what it is -- bad news. So I have a father's grim concern about the matter.

The Religion of Stupidity is demonstrating its character again. Three beheadings so far in Crapistan, innocents ripped out of a UN building -- a female helicopter pilot, and a Swede, I seem to remember. You know, cuz a Floridian burned a koran. It's being denounced all over as intolerant and hateful ... I mean the koran burning, not the beheadings. That's a sacrament.

It's too obvious to rehash. You know, how stupid moslems are. Probably stupider than the global average, as a group. That would be because it's a Third World religion, where backwardness is to the front. We're all stupid. It's just that sometimes there are cultural expectations of civilized behavior. Mostly, not, though, in Crapistan and points south.

So I'm going to engage in a bit of performance art. I'll roll up a koran (small-print version thank you very much) and insert it into my anus, vigorously and repeatedly, simulating sodomy. The Left won't know what to think. Sodomy is good, as is performance art and public displays of freedom and vulgarity -- the Libs will fight to the death to defend my right in this -- but then again, koran-sodomy is intolerant and hateful.

Will somebody please do a google search for all the Lefties who denounced the artistic masterpiece Piss Christ?

As for Libya, I don't know what to think. Seems the "rebels" ... insurgents? freedom fighters? terrorists? ... are coalescing around a leadership of Taliban. Well of course. Nobody else is stepping up to lead them. So that's turning to crap istan. Obama's War. How ironic, that he should be a Cowboy. Well, a Dude. It's okay though, cuz he doesn't approve of his war. See? Like me with a koran up my butt. I don't approve of it. It just feels necessary. More harm than good will come of it, but it would promote my own self interest not to, and that would be like capitalism, bad. Oh, it's nuanced.

So, to tie it all together, let us present

The Obama Doctrine:

The United States shall be bound by no consideration of precedent or consistency. Contingencies of the moment shall dictate policy.

The United States shall involve itself only in conflicts that have no direct bearing on American national interest. Deference shall be given to governments that are hostile to American interests; no action suggesting an effort to promote American interests shall be initiated, supported or sustained.

There is no "America exceptionalism", no uniquely positive role in world history or current events. At most, The United States bears a special guilt for its wastefulness and arrogance; at worst, it is The Planet's preeminent force for injustice, intolerance, oppression, eco-genocide, homophobia, and middlebrow art.

And for the sake of completeness and symmetry,

The Biden Corollary:

"..."

Oh, nothing to contribute? Maybe later, when he's done talking. Meanwhile, here's a joke. Three moslems go into a bar, and behead everyone ... or maybe they blow up themselves and everyone else too. I'm honing it. It's the details that will make it funny.

J

Safe

So I thought I was doing really well in a workout tonight, and it turns out I was all hunched over like the Eggman. And I got some coaching and I thought I corrected the problem, but apparently I didn't. And now I feel like a complete fool. Cuz my defensive little attempt at humor didn't go over, and it was just offensive. It's so hard to get it right, strike a balance between emotional security on the one hand, and social grace on the other. And all of my humor is ironic, always a comment on some unspoken and underlying truth. The loudmouth I play at is a reaction to the morons I had to be around as a child -- the out-of-control egos of borderline sadists. Such is the grist for my humor mill. Not funny? Well, sometimes.

So I actually have a friend, the best I've ever had, and I love him somewhere between a brother and a son. Perhaps you know how much I love my son. As for brothers, well, my genetic brothers are just people I grew up with, share some DNA with, some experiences, but as for love, I think that puppy got stomped to death sometime in the late 1960s. But I know what it should be. And tonight I was rude to my friend, defensive-humor rude, but nevertheless. And conscience torments me.

What a world. How can these things ever be put right? Well, we have to understand, about our flaws. You know, wisdom. And then grace. It will never be, and never can be, perfect. So accept me, please, for my flaws, deep as the sea. I'm not beautiful, not pure, but there's something in me that even I -- raised to hate himself like poison and corruption -- can respect. Maybe you'll do me a favor and give it a name, if you know me well enough. If not you, who?


J

Precis

Okay Kuhdaffy, let me be clear you BETTER not do anything, um and I do NOT mean eeay it! It is unacceptable, this huh thing er that I'm I I talking about, and we w-w-will definitely not put corpsemen on the ground with ... boots on! Got it? You better believe um that uh I want ... you to believe what I say! You KNOW what hmm "unacceptable" means, right? Let me be clear. It's when you offer me something ... ... and I ... say, "No thank you very much. Maybe later. But thank you." So I do NOT accept all that stuff you either did or said, I forget which. Uh, like, that thing with the ... airplane all that time ago when I was tokin a dooby in college or organizing a community or whatever. Dude, that was totally bogus. I mean it was entirely unacceptable. Um ... let me be clear about that. It is a well known statistic that 98% if all Middle East situations occur, despite all opposition to the contrary, in a manner that presupposes an understanding of the complex situation as posited by my State Department of the United States of America, and our children, and our children's children, while the seas continue to rise and my Secretary of Energy wants gas prices to match those of Europe, a continent, or rather peninsula hanging like a scrotum off of Asia -- and anyway Africa is much bigger than it looks on the map ... my father was Kenyan, you know? Thank you, God bless you, and God bless the children and their children's children and all the little growing flowers. And by "God" I mean Allah.

BO

In no particular order...

Because sometimes we have to get out of our own heads.

J

Something about Nothing

Someone asked me a question today and said, "Be honest." And it's not reasonable to be offended. But am I not known? Apparently not. I'm always serious, about information. I avoid conflict, until it comes to me. I don't demand respect, but I take deep umbrage at disrespect, or even its hint. Someone snuck up on me a while back, I think I mentioned, and I still have a problem with it. Well. We expect to be believed, when we say a thing. Other people don't always understand that we mean it. It's not disrespect. It's communication, which is mostly an imprecise affair.

I'm bordering on depression. It's a choice, and I'm deciding against it. But even so. Got some bjj in today. Just reinforced how rudimentary I am at it. If I were small, I'd lose all the time, fast. It does come back reasonably quickly, but only with practice, and I just don't get as much as I need. In the near future there was an open door to role with a white belt female. But no. It's complicated. Social pressure and gender pressure and undiluted one-on-one pressure with no chance to triangulate. No chaperon. Life has shown that I can rise to any demand. But I have a choice here. My point? Well, it must be that complicated things are depressing.

I have this cat who waits at my door, but I'm never home, except at 10. She managed to pry open the door and rip through the screen, to get to me. Bu I wasn't there. She's on my lap now. I've had better cats. Much much better. I think I like cats more than dogs now. This surprises me, because I've been a dog guy. But cats are not so needy, and I'm tired of being needed. Or maybe I need to be needed. I don't know which. It's complicated. I do know there's a deep loneliness in my soul and I don't think it will ever be filled. But I'm trembling on depression, so that's just an opinion of the moment. For all its pervasiveness.

I'm kind of sick of myself. I don't understand what life is about. Yeah, I know, adoring God, and doing good. But I mean really. I just want to get laid. Kidding. Or am I. See? What do we fill ourselves with.

I hardly ate today. Eating my stew now, and then I'll read for a while, and go to sleep. I'm reading Leviticus. One of my favorite books.

J

Review of the Weak

Do miracles have to be good?

My phone rang and some smartass said, "Bootie call." Well, I've said it myself, and first. I said, "No, that would be my other phone. And it's a hot salsa lick." The guy has a good sense of humor, at least. Usually we expect these gay-married dudes to be really uptight and intolerant. Of course there's something twisted in the boy. He goes to defcon 1 without warning.

Defcon 5 is the lowest level.

"Let me be very clear. We do not expect harmful levels of radiation to reach the United States." Yes. I'm very glad I let him be clear. It's so eloquent to use words that way. Very eloquent. Let me be clear about that, and this too. We expect radiation that is not harmful not to reach the US. Uh, and even radiation that is harmful, we expect that also not to reach us. Or, to be more clearer, we do not expect radiation that is either harmful or not harmful to not reach us, in the sense that if it reaches us it will or would not be harmful, to us, as opposed to not reaching us yet being harmful, or reaching us and being harmful, or reaching us and not being, or being, harmful. And also let be be clear, as I speech-give slowly with careful pronunciation, about what harmful is, and is not, to us in the US or as is sometimes said, the United States, that you elected me president of. After all, what is it to be harmful? Harmful means many things to many people. And so, in conclusion, I have spoken to you slowly with good diction. Thank you and good night, to you, and to your children, and your children's children, and their children after them, because we will not be rendered sterilized by radiation, which does not exist here in the United States except that nuclear power is bad, and so is oil and coal. Wind, wind is my favorite. I love the wind, like when I walk on the beach, shirtless, so tall and lanky and lean like the girl from Ipanima. Thank you, may God bless you, and God bless the United States of America, a country in the northern hemisphere of the planet Earth, which is globally warming, along with the rising oceans which I have stopped, like King Canute, with my eloquence.

Someone said that Obama didn't make verbal gaffs the way W did. The police acted stupidly. Arugala. Clinging to their guns or religion. These are not gaffs. He means what he says. He speaks very clearly. Very. It's just that what he thinks is wrong.

So after a few weaks of dithering and waffling and being indecisive and eloquent ... oh, I mean weeks ... Obama has made it very clear to Kuhdaffy that we will not, repeat not be sending in soldiers. The situation is unacceptable, so the consequences must be, um, clear, about the thing that we won't be accepting any day soon now. So do not, repeat do NOT get that ice cream out of the fridge young man, or you will be in BIG trouble. The French are ON THE WAY! Is that CLEAR?!? I MEAN it.

I have a few extra bucks now. It's been a tight year, what with my sources of income having become constricted. Maybe I'll buy myself a new gi? -- with clover leafs embroidered all over it! Yeah! And I've been yearning for an electric razor. That's about it. I have humble needs. I stopped buying books, and cut out most supplements. I even went a while without omega-3. Haven't been training hard enough anyway, mostly, to suffer too much from the lack. Cat's claw, boswellia, hyaluronic acid -- effective but auxiliary. I learned a decade ago what it was to go through fire. In all things I am content ... no ... in most things I am fairly okay.

I put together some gymnastics rings. I have three designs, and variations on them, and have made one of them. Seems to work as desired. I'll make its variation, and take a vote. That's one of the reasons I get short of cash -- I spend it on projects. I don't see myself as generous. I take care of myself, first. But I have small needs, and then, when I have disposable funds, I tend to give people things, but only if I think they could use it. Never gifts for the sake of giving. Whereas I am very proud, and will accept gifts from only a very few people. Anyway, have some ideas about kettlebells as well. And I've been tinkering with adjustable straps. And thinking about building another kitchen and bathroom for my foolish mother. I don't see much of a difference between those projects. Do you? Rings, or a kitchen? Seems about the same to me. About a hundred dollars.

I haven't seen any of the earthquake or tsunami video. Send me some cool links, k?

J

What To Eat

We start with common sense. If your grandma wouldn't recognize it as food, it probably isn't. Food, contrary to popular opinion, does not grow in boxes, bags or cans. Its growth is somehow connected with the ground. As little contact as possible with factories is desirable, generally. Organic? -- heirloom? -- sure, of course. But don't let that stop you. Excellence is better than good enough, but good enough is good enough. Perfect is a fantasy, a destructive fantasy. See? Common sense.

So, what to eat? We've seen it before. Berry-fruit smoothies. Doesn't have to come out of a $400 blender. Just get the job done ... make a smoothie. Berries are superb nutrition. Invented to be food. So get to Trader Joe's or CostCo or where ever, and blend frozen blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, cherries, strawberries ... all very low glycemic load ... and a tiny little bit, a cube or two, of mango, pineapple, kiwi, banana, for the nutrients, not for the flavor. The tropical fruits have a higher glycemic load, so go easy on them. On the other hand, a little is reasonable -- we're after the nutrients.

Add water, maybe tap, maybe purified ... whatever. Add some protein powder, to taste, not more than 30 grams per serving -- maybe rice protein, maybe pea protein, maybe mixed veggie protein -- no need for soy, or whey ... we get enough soy and animal proteins just by being American -- no need to supplement it. Add some coconut oil, some flax seed oil, some omega three oil. You now have nearly perfect nutrition. You could live, abundantly, off of just this sort of meal. No need for any other beverage, milk or rice milk or soy milk or almond milk or milk or, um, wheat milk or milk or milk. Common sense. We're not trying to add calories and spike our insulin. We're trying to get nutrients into our bloodstream.

Most people's blood is sugar water and red corpuscles, and maybe some heavy metals ... strontium or plutonium maybe. Don't be like that. Feed your cells, not your appetite. The bloodstream should be a soup, a thick broth as it were, of nutrients, available when your cells need what they need. You don't know what they need. But they need it. So eat nutrients, not sugar in all its industrial disguises.

What else? Fibrous vegetables. Nutrient dense, calorie poor: the perfect ratio, if there is such a thing as perfect. Frozen broccoli, cauliflower, mixed peppers, corn and peas and green beans and string beans and carrots. Chop in any other veggies you like, or high quality meats. Add seasonings. Apple cider vinegar, extra-virgin olive oil, turmeric, cayenne pepper, cinnamon, basil, oregano, parsley, any other high-nutrient herbs or spices. Bragg Liquid Aminos -- savory. Bread? Some, Ezequiel.

What to eat before a workout? Something that won't spike your insulin. Eat more than half an hour, or an hour, prior to the job. What to eat after the workout? If your goal is to pack on muscle, it's the one time that spiking insulin is good, to usher protein into muscle cells. Here it is again, the post-workout recovery drink:

A can of 100% fruit juice (not the sugar water "drink"), flavor does not matter -- it's all instant carbs anyway, which, in this instance, is the point. Look at the ingredients, see how many grams of carbs there are, and add about one-third or one-fourth than many grams of protein powder -- pea is nice. So if it's 250 grams of carbs, add 60 to 80 grams of protein. It's not complicated, it's easy. Protein you don't need just turns into calories, and in the mean time turns your body acidic, and leaches calcium out of your bones, and is hard to digest anyway. Don't get more than you need. Get what you need. That's called optimal.

Add 2 g each of:
• potassium
• magnesium
• salt
• creatine
• glutamine
• vitamin C & E
• ALA (alpha lipoic acid) .

Divide it into 3 or 4 portions, freeze them for later, use it within an hour of a hard, big workout.

What else to eat? Paleo? Atkins? Zone? South Beach? They are all insulin-control diets. It's not all the protein that gives the benefits, it's cutting back the industrial carbs. Paleo gets it right in the emphasis on good fats and low glycemic load carbs. As for all the protein, there's a debate that we need not get into. Eat, be happy, but be responsible. So eat nuts and seeds and fruits and whole grains and all those good things. In moderation. Eat them for the nutrients. Feed your cells abundantly, and feed your appetites moderately. You know, common sense, like grandma would have wanted. No need to be perfect.

Be excellent.


J